"Yes," returning the check to the wallet.

"Smoke?"

"Shouldn't mind. Thanks."

"Now, sit down and spin the yarn. It must be jolly interesting."

"I'll admit that it has been a tough struggle; but I knew that I had
the oil. Been flat broke for months. Had to borrow my boy's savings
for food and shelter. Well, this is the way it runs." Warrington told
it simply, as if it were a great joke.

"Rippin'! By Jove, you Americans are hard customers to put over. I
suppose you'll be setting out for the States at once?" with a curious
glance.

"I haven't made any plans yet," eying the cheroot thoughtfully.

"I see." The purser nodded. It was not difficult to understand.
"Well, good luck to you wherever you go."

"Much obliged."

Alone in his stateroom Warrington took out Rajah and tossed him on the
counterpane of the bed.

"Now, then, old sport!" tapping the parrot on the back with the perch
which he used as a baton. Blinking and muttering, the bird performed